It was just a longing for a deceased beauty of yesterday, one commemoration to the joy and sorrows of the past.
Sometimes it does hurt, unpainfully, but this doesn't mean anybody has to be sorry about anything. I MEAN IT. These are all, like they said, páginas da vida, "pages of life", which sounds a little bit weird in the language of God
Expecting changes in life, though, none of us is capable to modify the history, even the present to many degrees, sadly the truth. I could understand you 75%, 'cause now our lifes share some similarities. Hightlighting the identity "friend" each time? Not necessarily, we are already.